Little Children

It's probably not the book's fault. I just finished up another existentially depressing treatise on modern life, so this wasn't a great chaser (not that i knew that at the time, of course).

But man, what bleakness.

Little Children is the story of how nobody is really happy or in control, and trying to change it only makes things worse. There are brief, fleeting moments of happiness that collapse into ever-lengthening echoes of despair the minute you start to time them. Also, the story of a registered sex offender (and accused-but-not-actually-convicted child murderer!) plays a big role.
So I feel somewhat justified.

I can appreciate the argument that the novel is only trying to represent “reality,” and I will concede the plotting is at least probable, if not super likely. But this is where my “two books where the predominant theme is people are terrible in a row” thing kicks in. I understand (and subscribe to!) the idea that people, in general, are kind of terrible. Individual persons, though, tend to be less so.

Every character in Little Children feels like a consolidation of the worst traits of humanity distilled into an individual, which (in my experience) is precisely opposite of how it works. People as a whole are scumbags; Your neighbor probably isn't too bad. Though we like to joke that hipsters and suburbanites are terrible people, for the most part they're just mildly annoying when they congregate and generally tolerable on their own, short of fashion sense. Perhaps there's some sort of assholic magnet that drew those people together, or maybe it was something in the water. Regardless, you don't see that kind of bitterness and poison among a group of people outside of that ABC show The Slap, which I don't think anyone is confusing for reality anytime soon.

Which is not to say this was a bad book! Merely depressing. Just make sure you're ready going into it.

Someday soon AI will get really good at generating fiction and it will be a lot like this book. I'm just not convinced that Little Children wasn't written by a robot. The characters try really hard to pass as real people but they're like fairly decent CGI at best.

I'm ambivalent about this book. I wouldn't have read it if I had realized it was by the same author who wrote The Abstinence Teacher. I picked it out of a Little Free Library because I remembered reading a favorable review of it several years ago and didn't make the connection between it and The Abstinence Teacher until I was already into it. Anyway, I can recognize its merit–a pretty solid portrayal of the predicaments people get into because they don't have insight into themselves–but looking back on it now that I've finished it, I'm not glad I read it. The characters don't experience any redemption after they dig themselves into the shit, they just seem to wallow around or dig themselves in deeper. The only people in the book who are able to see themselves clearly are morally bankrupt, so it doesn't feel good to read about them. So, I think the story is well crafted, but I don't like what I got from it. Proceed with caution.